"What exactly are you trying to do?" A Zhu had not been able to ask in front of Xiao Yuanshan. The moment they left, she shoved the man beside her away and shot him a fierce glare.
Song Qingshu had only flown her over the palace walls for show. After circling outside, they had returned to the palace. Now, the two stood atop a tall tower within the imperial palace, quietly watching Xiao Yuanshan become surrounded by imperial guards in the distance.
"I'm not trying to do anything. It's just that I don't want Xiao Yuanshan ruining what I need to do for a while," Song Qingshu replied calmly.
A Zhu's expression changed. "You want to kill him?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "He is Brother Xiao's father, after all. How could I kill him? I only want him to suffer a few injuries and keep quiet for a while."
"You still remember that Brother Xiao is your sworn brother!" A Zhu pointed at him furiously.
Song Qingshu brushed aside her hand and said with great feeling, "Once a person reaches a certain height, they can no longer act solely according to their own preferences. You may think I'm being hypocritical, but this truly is how I feel."
For once, A Zhu said nothing. She thought of many things: Young Master Murong, determined to restore his country, forced from childhood to train in martial arts and recruit heroes, without even the time to respond to Miss Wang's affection; Xiao Feng, who had lived as a Han Chinese for thirty years, only to be forced to return to the Liao Country and become an outsider everywhere; and her birth father, Duan Zhengchun, who was clearly a prince and loved her mother, yet could not marry her because he needed the support